The McMs

When I was a child we knew a family called the McMs and they were AWESOME!  I was a "good" child, as were my siblings, but when we were combined with the McMs all hell would break loose (I'm pretty sure the McMs were "good" children too, but together we went loco).  My sister would usually hang out with the older McM sister who seemed terribly sophisticated to us, and my brother and I would run around like demented lunatics.  My parents reckoned it sounded like a pack of greater crested colobus monkeys on speed.

Probably the two families would have spent more time together, but my parents were genuinely afraid of mixing us with the McMs so visits usually only happened on a couple of days per year, usually after a substantial dose of tranquilisers which were administered via my mother's famous (and detested) "curry-in-a-hurry" (with raisins and dessicated coconut).  I only found out last year that mother McM also specialised in this satanic dish, and I'm still trying to figure out which family had it first.

My mother was mighty impressed with the McM's musical ability which she would expound upon at some length.  She didn't ever describe us as  "grossly inferior children", but it was strongly implied.  I was assigned to rectify the inadequate musicality situation, and spent the 7 years getting through 1.5 years of trombone lessons.  After faking my way through numerous school pantomines (it's very easy to fake playing a trombone in an orchestra: just move the slide in an out, and drool down the mouthpiece), I finally managed to convince my mother during School Certificate year that I would be too busy studying to practice it.

Recently I caught up with the second oldest McM boy and the oldest McM via her awesome blog (http://theendisnaenae.blogspot.com/) which is well worth a read.  It turns out that they're still awesome and still crack me up.